Noom stormed into the house one afternoon after a confrontation with Boondoggle. When the screen door slammed, Derry looked up from her needlepoint to see what the ruckus was.
“That mule is just plain rebellious.”
“Oh, no child. Boondoggle is a different kind of mule entirely.”
Noom found a slice of pie in the pie safe and brought it to the table to eat. He began to eat and the old woman folded up her needlework, putting it away in her work basket.
“You see there are rebellin’ types of mules and then there are revoltin’ kinds of mules.”
“Well he’s ornery.”
“Oh no. That’s where you’re wrong ‘bout Boondoggle. Now most of your mules are rebellin’ types, but that’s where ol’ Boondoggle is different. Rebellin’ is not doin’ something that somebody wants you to do. That’s when you’re just a ornery cuss, not doin’ what somebody wants just to spite ‘em.”
“Well, that’s what he’s doing,” Noon complained between bites of pie.
“No, I think you’ve got it wrong. You see, when you don’t do what somebody wants you to do, that’s rebellin’. But if you do what you want to do that’s revoltin’, and Boondoggle is a revoltin’ kind of mule. He don’t care so much what you think is right as he does about what he thinks is right. Rebellin’ is when you want to hurt somebody and revoltin’ is when you want to help yourself. So in a funny way rebellin is when you say ‘no’ and revoltin’ is when you say ‘yes.’ Rebellin’ is when you fail at revoltin’. Mules are famous critters for rebellin’, but Boondoggle is famous because he’s a choice-makin mule.”
“Well, I don’t like him very much.”
“Oh, child. He always gets the upper hand because you’re always rebellin’ with him. Start revoltin’ just like him and you’ll get along fine.”
Long after Noon left Missouri he remembered the choice-makin’ mule with considerable fondness. For it was Boondoggle who taught him the subtle but life-shaping difference between rebellion and revolution. Taught him that rebellion kept one bound in conflict and revolution freed one of it.